Stick Dog Wants a Hot Dog

Stick Dog Wants a Hot Dog

Tom Watson

Language: English

Pages: 224

ISBN: 0062110802

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

In Stick Dog Wants a Hot Dog, Tom Watson's hilarious sequel to Stick Dog, Stick Dog returns with the same crew of friends, and they're hungrier than ever. As the dogs embark on their quest for hot dogs, they learn they're not the only ones on a mission—a band of raccoons are following close behind, and they're ravenous, too!

In this second book, Stick Dog and his four friends, Poo-Poo, Mutt, Stripes, and Karen, must execute a master plan for stealing hot dogs. The closer they get to the hot dog vendor, the more difficult their mission becomes. With the same hilarious antics, the five dogs are met with many challenges along the way, including having to distract the frankfurter guy and Karen getting locked in a human's house. No matter what, these dogs have their eyes—and stomachs—on the prize.

house with the sheet clenched in his jaws. Once he turned the corner, he stopped and dragged the sheet the rest of the way behind the house. He took one look at Peter and smiled. Peter was just now standing back up from tying his shoe. Stick Dog took the sheet to the lawn beneath the window. “Help me spread this out,” he said. They all worked to spread the sheet out while Karen watched from above. “Okay,” Stick Dog said, and began to explain. “We’re each going to clench one corner of

of dogs again. This is kind of an example of how things went for about ten minutes or so. After much strenuous effort, the dogs finally got stacked up. And, thankfully, Karen was on top. She was the smallest, and it worked out nicely that way. So now it was time for Karen to take a peek over the top of the sheet—and see when Peter, the frankfurter man, turned his head in the other direction. When he did, they could de-stackify themselves, run to the cart, grab the frankfurters, and hightail

maple tree there by the road.” The other four dogs instantly turned their heads in that direction. “How far up?” Mutt asked. “About five or six branches from the bottom,” Stick Dog answered. He had not stopped staring at the spot. “On the left side.” As everyone calculated this and peered in that specific area, a branch there shook a little and then the branch below it shook a lot—as if something had moved from one tree limb to another. “If it’s a squirrel,” said Poo-Poo, “I’ll take care of

want one to get the frankfurters before they did. But instead of hustling along with their plan, they were going to waste precious time naming the raccoon. He was just about to put a stop to this nonsense when Mutt spoke up. “I have a problem with this whole naming business,” said Mutt. Stick Dog exhaled a little to himself. Finally, someone else saw how silly this was. “What is it, Mutt?” “Well, we don’t know if our new raccoon enemy is a boy or a girl,” he explained. “That’s going to

dogs could see everything. They saw the large, bearded man coming toward the laundry—coming closer toward Karen. They began waving their paws in the air, signaling Karen the best they could about the approaching danger. She knew she had to run—or hide. Her legs were already tired, and they felt heavy and frozen from fright. Karen could feel the giant human creature coming closer even though she couldn’t see him. The rumbles and vibrations in the ground grew more severe with each additional